True Monarch White will soon come out of secluded meditation
True Monarch White will soon come out of secluded meditation
"Let’s go to the Immortal Farming Sect first," Seven said.
This whole matter started because he was led by the nose by Young Master Hai and went to the Immortal Farming Sect. And now that the Immortal Farming Sect had suffered severe losses, he was also responsible. At this time, if he had the ability, he would definitely help them. At the very least, he would have to try and preserve the inheritance of the Immortal Farming Sect.
Afterwards, Seven’s sword turned into a layer of light. Sixteen and Song Shuhang climbed onto it and flew toward the Immortal Farming Sect, bringing Zheng De along.
While still midair, Song Shuhang took out his mobile phone. He wanted to call Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman and tell him about the gains. [1]
The Blood God Crystal seemed to be a very precious refining material, and even the seniors in the group considered it a great gain. What kind of magical treasure would it become after the refinement?
Song Shuhang secretly looked at the Blood God Crystal in his hand. But when he recalled that it was something born from the sacrifice of countless people, he felt a bit uncomfortable.
This was a normal reaction. If you were to discover that a very precious gem was made from the ‘dead bodies’ of tens of thousands of people, regardless of its value, you would still feel a bit uncomfortable about it.
If possible, Song Shuhang wanted to trade it with another treasure of equal value that was more suitable to himself.
However, just when he dialed Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman’s number...
"Excuse me, your mobile phone doesn’t have enough credit. We invite you to recharge your phone before proceeding, thanks!"
‘There must be some mistake. I remember that I had more than enough credit. How come I don’t have any right now?’ Song Shuhang had a doubtful look on his face.
But at this moment, he remembered something.
Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was still on a mysterious islet in the middle of the ocean. He was teaching the natives how to read Chinese characters. It was already a miracle that he could get a signal in that place; as for the cost of the calls, let’s not even talk about it.
Considering that Song Shuhang didn’t have a subscription for international calls, it was normal for the cost of the call to skyrocket.
***
In the middle of the Immortal Farming Sect.
All the surviving disciples of the sect had a grieved expression. Almost all the elite members that had gone out had met their end!
Senior brother Zheng Neng and a dozen of other disciples had brought back the sect master, but they had risked their lives to do so.
At this moment, the Immortal Farming Sect was in a critical state. If the nearby enemies were to attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The sect master had been seriously injured, and he had already started to make preparations to hand over his position in sight of the future.
"Zheng Neng, this ❮Immortal Farming Scripture❯ contains all the secrets of our sect. Now, I’ll give it to you," the sect master took out a scroll with his shivering hand. Afterwards, he used up all his energy and said to Zhen Neng, "Moreover, you have to find Zheng De and let him inherit the position of sect master. The Immortal Farming Sect is too small for you. It was unfair to keep you here for so many years. Given your natural talent, you won’t have any problem entering a sect that is hundreds of times stronger than the Immortal Farming Sect. Go and pursue even higher boundaries. You won’t be slowed down by the Immortal Farming Sect anymore..."
The sect master was filled with many emotions.
Zheng Neng’s eyes were red as he took the ❮Immortal Farming Scripture❯ and carefully looked at it. He had already reached the Fourth Stage. With his memory, it was a piece of cake for him to memorize the ❮Immortal Farming Scripture❯.
On the scroll was written the secret method to refine the Seven Colors Wonder Fruit. And once refined, the fruit could cure the wounds left behind by the heavenly tribulation!
Even the disciples of the Immortal Farming Sect didn’t know about this property.
As you would say, ‘the wind won’t blow inside a hole’. The people outside the sect were discussing the marvelous effects of the Seven Colors Wonder Fruit while the disciples of the Immortal Farming Sect were laughing at them for their ignorance.
When telling Song Shuhang about the quarrel between his sect and Seven, even the gentle Zheng Yan had criticized those rumors about the fruit for being too exaggerated.
But the Seven Colors Wonder Fruit’s true effect could really cure the wounds left behind by the heavenly tribulation!
This matter was known only by a few high-ranked members of the Immortal Farming Sect.
Zheng Neng gently took back the ❮Immortal Farming Scripture❯. Afterwards, he looked at the sect master and said, "Sect Master, you can be at ease. Nothing will happen to Zheng De."
The sect master smiled and nodded. He opened his mouth and was about to say something.
But at this time, Zheng Neng used his wooden sword and slashed toward him. The light of the sword flashed through the air, and the head of the sect master was immediately cut off.
The blood of the sect master sprinkled. At the point of death, both his eyes were fixed on his most doted disciple, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"I didn’t expect you to choose Zheng De even in your final moments!" Zheng Neng swung his sword to get rid of the bloodstains. Afterwards, he said lightly, "Just now, I had made up my mind. Had you chosen me, I would have forgotten about the past grievances. I could have even trained junior brother Zheng De. And once he was strong enough, I would have let him inherit the position of sect master. After being free of worries, I could have left to seek for higher boundaries.
I never truly cared for the position of sect master. However, even if you kept saying that you had treated me unjustly over the years, you didn’t even bother to consider me when you had to choose."
Zheng Neng said mockingly. In the history of the Immortal Farming Sect, he had been the disciple with the highest talent. He was the number one fighter of the sect in the eyes of many junior brothers, and also their gentle senior brother. All the disciples thought that he alone was worthy of the position of sect master!
But funnily enough, the sect master hadn’t even considered him for the position. He thought that he had treated him unjustly and didn’t want him to die along the sect. Therefore, he chose to leave him out.
What kind of justification was that?
The wooden sword returned to the sheath, and both the body and soul of the sect master had been destroyed.
The surviving disciples of the Immortal Farming Sect looked in a daze at everything that had happened. They didn’t dare to believe what they had just seen, hoping it was nothing but a dream.
Why would the strongest disciple of the Immortal Farming Sect kill his own sect master?! It was exactly senior brother Zheng Neng that brought back the sect master from the Moon Saber Sect while risking his life. Why would he kill him now?
"Why?!" The gentle Zheng Yan shouted angrily. He pounced toward Zheng Neng like a madman, disorderly waving his fists.
"Why? It’s very simple. I just decided to follow master’s final instructions. I won’t allow myself to be slowed down by the Immortal Farming Sect anymore. From now on, I’ll seek higher boundaries," senior brother Zheng Neng easily avoided Zheng Yan’s attack. Afterwards, he took out his sword.
The sharp sword gently poked on Zheng Yan’s forehead with the tip.
Zheng Yan’s forehead was cut, and a line of blood flowed out. However, he didn’t take his life. Then, a powerful force erupted from the sword, and Zheng Yan was sent flying.
"Therefore, I only fulfilled master’s last wish," Zheng Neng lightly said.
At this time, three shadows descended from the sky.
The fierce-looking Demon Monarch Mad Tyrant was controlling a magical treasure that resembled a shuttle. Young Master Hai, whose clothes were tattered, still had an elegant bearing as he stood beside him. Demon Monarch Anzhi, whose appearance was covered by a black mist, was also there.
"It seems you already took care of everything," Young Master Hai said with a light smile. Then, he stretched his hand to Zheng Neng and said, "Brother Zheng Neng, it’s time to go."
"Hm," Zheng Neng nodded. He took Young Master Hai’s hand and stepped on that magical treasure that resembled a shuttle.
"Zheng Neng!" Zheng Yan’s voice echoed from behind, "You’ll die a horrible death!"
"A horrible death? Now, that’s interesting. However, since the day I decided to become a cultivator, I never expected to die peacefully," Zhang Neng turned his head. He still had his scholarly appearance, but his words were as sharp as a blade, "In this life of mine, I’ll either comprehend the Great Way and become an Immortal, or pass away while trying! If you can’t even understand this much, you should have never stepped on the road of cultivation."
Young Master Hai showed a look full of praise.
"Take it," Zheng Neng suddenly threw away that ❮Immortal Farming Scripture❯, passing it to Zheng Yan. Then, he looked at him with a ridiculing expression, "Here are written all the secrets of the Immortal Farming Sect. Give it to junior brother Zheng De! After all, master’s second wish was that of letting him inherit the position of sect master, right?"
Zheng Yan grabbed the ❮Immortal Farming Scripture❯, his eyes filled with hatred.
"You guys can stay here and guard the small heritage of the Immortal Farming Sect. With that, you’ll be able to die in a ‘peaceful’ manner. However, if there is any of you with a bit of backbone that can become strong by relying on the hate you feel toward me, then you can come after me to get your revenge. Of course, it will be very difficult for us to see each other once again. Because, from now on, the difference between us will keep getting bigger and bigger. The next time we meet you won’t be any different from those ants that crawl on the ground in my eyes."
Young Master Hai lightly smiled, "We should really go. Otherwise, Su Clan's Seven will catch up to us."
Demon Monarch Mad Tyrant activated the magical treasure under his feet, flying high in the sky.
On the ground, Zhen Yan held that ❮Immortal Farming Scripture❯ and roared while looking at the sky. He had tears streaming down his face. The nearby disciples of the Immortal Farming Sect were still looking at their surroundings in a daze.
"Brother Zheng Neng, you’re a gentle person," Young Master Hai said with a slight smile. He was referring to Zheng Neng giving the ❮Immortal Farming Scripture❯ back to the Immortal Farming Sect.
"After all, I was born and raised here," Zheng Neng said with a gentle smile. All that imposing manner from before had disappeared. Right now, he once again resembled a weak scholar.
"False sympathy," Demon Monarch Anzhi coldly snorted.
"Demon Monarch Anzhi, you don’t understand," Young Master Hai said with a smile.
"Exactly, Brother Anzhi. You don’t understand." At this point, Zheng Neng asked, "Were you able to obtain the Seven Colors Wonder Fruit?"
"Of course," Young Master Hai turned over his hand, revealing the Seven Colors Wonder Fruit. Then, he also took out three ‘Blood God Crystals’.
"Hm? How come there are only three? Shouldn’t there be four?" Zheng Neng frowned.
"There was a small accident along the way, but it doesn’t matter. Three Blood God Crystals are more than enough for the three of us. As for the last one, sooner or later we’ll have an opportunity to take it back," Young Master Hai said with a smile.
"All right," Zheng Neng nodded in approval.
Soon, the forms of the four disappeared at the horizon. They were speeding toward the mystical ‘Limitless Demon Sect’.
***
Just when Song Shuhang’s phone was out of credit and couldn’t get online, the members Nine Provinces Number One Group were discussing an important topic.
"@Everyone, I was just contacted by True Monarch White. He said he’ll come out of secluded meditation in 20 days. Have you already decided who will go to meet him?" True Monarch Yellow Mountain wrote in the group.
Originally, when Northern River’s Loose Cultivator had tricked Song Shuhang into receiving True Monarch White, True Monarch Yellow Mountain wasn’t online. Thus the question.
Northern River’s Loose Cultivator: "Haha. True Monarch White is finally coming out? @Stressed by a Mountain of Books, Little Friend Song Shuhang, are you ready? You should take advantage of this opportunity and get a driving license! When I have time, I’ll also make arrangements for your pilot license."
Thrice Reckless Mad Saber: "It’s too late to get the pilot license. When the time comes, shouldn’t we send Song Shuhang and True Monarch White to get the pilot license together? And if there is a problem, True Monarch White can use his flying sword to save Song Shuhang. However… if True Monarch White decides to get a pilot license, problems are bound to arise, right?"
"It’s likely that the plane will crash, don’t you think?"
"..."